Falling For The Mafia Don Romane & Geschichten

I'd slept late, reading through each and every word of the marriage contract. Twice. Everything seemed legit and it was a pretty good deal. All Luca wanted from me was loyalty to the mafia and to him so the whole image of the Martinelli familia wasn't destroyed. I didn't exactly care. I wasn't going to be with anyone any time soon. I pushed the door to his office open and I wasn't surprised to see they'd started planning without me. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to Maddox and listened to what Luca was saying. Something about finding a guy called Sante Di Laura. He was the head of the Vipers, the mafia that attacked but Sante was in hiding at the moment. Our tar

Each time I managed to pull one layer away, I found myself wanting to know more. It suddenly became clear to me that my interest in him went beyond sex or as a bodyguard. I realized, as if a brick had fallen on my head, that I was starting to have feelings for him. But I was the heir to a mafia family—I couldn’t afford to let my guard down or make mistakes. Nothing could ever be simple. I smiled and nodded my head, trying to hide the effect he had on me. “I hope you’ll keep your word,” I said, softening my tone, “and guard my secret well.”

“Papa, this is Selene.” The air shifted. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me, gaze steady and piercing, like he could peel away every secret I’d ever had. And in that silence, realization hit me like a bullet. Her father wasn’t just a man. He was someone powerful. Someone dangerous. He was a mafia lord. The dining hall was too grand to feel real, like I’d stepped into the pages of a history book. A chandelier of dripping crystal hung above us, scattering golden light across a table long enough to host a small army.

"You despise me and that's why I love this so goddamn much. The way you look at me like you want to kill me, but you also want to fuck me, is like heaven. It's like your moans are music and your tongue is candy and God, Clarissa, I hate you just as much, but I want you even more." Twenty-two-year-old Clarissa Ricci is going through hell. Offered against her will in marriage to a formidable Italian Mafia Don, she's convinced that life as she knows it is over, and she'll never forgive her father for it. Alessandro Russo is the new Don of the Russo Famiglia, and he expects complete obedience from those under him, but most of all from his wife. But Clarissa isn't interested in a dominant, contro

I said and then winked at him. "Hey, dude. I'm warning you. Don't ever fall for her! Don't ruin the plan. If you fell for her, it will be our downfall. They're too rich. We need their money. And I will never forget the tears I saw in your eyes when both of you got into an accident! Don't fool me, I'm not stupid. Also, we're part of a mafia. You know how dangerous it is when they caught you loving someone. You know what I mean." Regan replied.

The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes. "Lucky me. Thanks, though," Alice said, and Chiara smiled back at her. She got back into the car, and it took quite some time before she could get the engine running again. She drove off afterward. Alice sighed and turned to face the large building in front of her. It was heavily fenced, making it a 'no-go zone' for intruders—Vicenzo Empire. If the mafia world had a king, it would be the Don of Vicenzo. The Vicenzo mafia empire was first in terms of rank, wealth, and affluence.

None of them would ever repeat something like that again. "You know you’re one narcissistic son of a bastard, Dante," Alfonso mumbled, while sipping the whiskey he had freely collected from my car as we drove to my warehouse. I was driving, and Marco had the passenger seat, while the idiot sat freely in the back. I ignored his words, my only focus being to get to the fucker who had just been caught trying to follow Gianni’s car. Damn idiots don't know when to give up. "It’s surprising, you know. The mafia don will do all this—beating up his best fighters for a pussy," he continued. "Tell me, Dante, is it so sweet that you want to be the only one to have it, so no one else can have a taste?"

CASSANDRA'S POV~ The Mafia Don puffed out his chest like a peacock, his eyes alight with pride. "Well, of course, I'm here to find my future wife, what else?" he declared, his tone matter-of-fact. I blinked several times, struggling to comprehend the sheer foolishness of his statement. "Are you kidding me?" I sputtered, my mouth agape. The urge to laugh hysterically, scream, and punch him in the face all at once warred within me.

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.

He fell with a groan, and I heard Clara’s voice pierce through the room. “Dad!” she yelled, but I didn’t care. I was so satisfied by the fear in his eyes as he stared at me, knowing I could kill him at any moment. It gave me so much satisfaction. “The sixth rule of the mafia is that killing a non-guilty member of the mafia would have you uninstalled as the Don. You can’t kill me. If you do, you will lose everything. I did nothing wrong,” he said, and I yelled out as I let go of him.